Preoccupied

...with 19, with 19, with 1985.


Yes, those are song lyrics, and yes, if you know your Bowling for Soup, our kids in high school do tell us we're uncool.


The Friday after Thanksgiving has become the universal day for class reunions, now that in this day and age, people scatter across the globe, and Thanksgiving is the best shot at catching the most people "at home." And so it was, that the mighty Whitehall Zephyrs Class of 1985 had assembled once again.


We got maybe 40-50 classmates out of a graduating class of 100-some, which ain't bad. KevAndDonna had to bail out kind of early (see below) but it was really a great time catching up with folks not seen in many, many years. We had people from all over the map, including Jill Weaver who made a trip in from Hong Kong! I have to admit, most of us looked pretty damn good for as far past our prime as we are. Good times...


Some of those folks actually follow this blog, and over the last couple weeks we've been told by more than one person that we've been, to borrow a phrase, "falling down on the blog." Indeed, we posted nothing about the charity rides we've done, a couple group rides to check out some cool old-time machinery, the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon, a wild time at DelMarVa Bike week, our second Nickelback concert, and the crazy story of how we ended up in VIP seats at an Eddie Money concert.

Oh yeah, and the Penn State game the morning after the class reunion.

So, yes, we've been a little preoccupied. We'll get to most of that stuff ASAP, I promise. But not this Saturday; we'll be in NYC enjoying the festive hustle and bustle, the tree, the skaters, and all the stuff that goes with it.


I was going to put a teaser picture of each in this post, but in the process, I ran across a picture that we took while actually doing work on the house earlier this summer. We don't think we keep up with the neighbors, and in fact we live pretty modestly. We do, however, like cars. And motorcycles. Between us, we insure seven cars and two bikes, but aside from the family bus, the rest are being slowly inherited by kids. Anyway, when we had to move them all around to get at the garage ceiling, the place looked like a used car lot, but for cool stuff only. So, we took this picture. I feel kinda sheepish showing it, and I am acutely aware that pride comes before a fall. But it makes us appreciate what we have, and why we work so hard. Come see us at East Penn Automotive!